It was a fine Sunday morning. I was jogging with my brother. After walking down miles as considered by my brother, we returned to our colony ground. It was all set for a cricket match. Our bonhomie were present there with bats and ball. Teams were decided. Observing my team, I figured out that I was taken there as an all rounder. Oh my God! it means I will have to bowl. Its the most dreadfull act for me. I'm really scared of it because of unknown reasons. Earlier this was not so. I bowled my qouta with pretty decency. But now I can't even bowl a single, good lined, well pitched slow ball.Don't know which devil ate my all confidence. Sometimes I grab the ball with such a force the there is untimed delivery of ball and I end up bowling short, or the grip is too loose to get the ball bounce the ground even once. But it went well at the end. I ended up doing good with bat but not with ball. Then I happened to bump in my school reunion. There I saw Bhanu, Dayanidhi. I informed B

First of all i would give sincere gratitude to my friends for their appreciation of my newly found addiction of blog writing activity. I find the same iginition in them also and hope they will also fell prey to this addiction. This sunday my incessant desire to do some noble job took shape when i got the opportunity to donate blood. This always been my principle, since I'm not that affluent I can help others only through my body and ideas but not with nest egg of my family. It was a time rise from those small altruistic deeds. Just with the thought of donating blood my ecstacy knew no bound. I was on seventh heaven when my freind informed me that I really have got a chance to proove myself. But at the same time I became dubious whether the guy genuiningly needs my blood. So the family members of the pateint had to face my silly questions. Hope they didn't irritate them much. I also asked them to show the patient. He was 27 year old guy, crouched in his green bed. The colour its

"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day."

Like a general novice writer my thoughts are not organised. I always deviate from the main topic. Also, I don't have agility to embellish my manuscript. So, most of you would find it oscitant. I also lack aplomb of stage. Those punctilious eyes, searching for even smallest errors, scare me. You must be thinking that my opprobrium is rather harsh and the guy is frustrated with his weaknesses. But i admit that you all are corrct. But I find ways to convince myself that I'm not that bad. In case of my inability to perform on stage I say to myself that I can't rape the audience as others do. One of my good freind remarked me "why do you contempt yourself?" but i just can't stop this. "The Almighty" had created this being similar to extremly powerfull Herculese, He-man, other successfull orators and conqueres of public attention. But I have ruined his creation. I have created many mental blockages for myself. I can't do this, I can't do that. Al

After having ambivalent feeling for more than two years, I gave the writer within a final call and decided to pen down my thoughts. I got inspiration from my friends who are regular to this space and use it effectively for epressing their thoughts.But the biggest doubt i had was tht who is going to read my blogs. But the benefits associated with this activity overtook this underlying problem.After having cultivated the habit of reading in myself in these two years,it was essential to pour out somewhere this gained knowledge . And these blogs are the best place to express my views as for now I can't sit with pen and dairy in my hand. The time spent on internet has almost crippled me. Now I've started forgetting hoe to write with pen.My fingers now know only how to type,not how to hold pen and paper. I would try to be regular to this space and this is not like new year resolution as its for my own personal development. Hope I've not irritated you,the readers most probably on